Lyrics:
called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a Marley
(I don't smoke crack motherfucker I sell it)
I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan
Blasting holes in the night til she bled sunshine
Breathe in, inhale vapors from bright stars that shine
Breathe out, weed smoke retrace the skyline
Heard
blowing hell of o's
Blow with the smoke
With the wind when we toke
Blow and she go
And she blow and she go
Blow and she go
And she blow and she go
Sitting
can vibe I'm the one
I live my life by the Plum
Wind on my back, got my face to the sun
Inhale the smoke in my lungs
All I need is drugs
Inhale
the losses and the gains
Still sometimes I get caught up in the past I can't say why
All our lives are just a smudge of smoke
Or just a breath of wind
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who mohel for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your
Playing pro in the o state blazing the oak mental on slow bake, take a drag from the dro and command the smoke to blow straight, perspective in the wind
just out here amongst the constellations
Surrounded by ocean, surrounded by space
Lost in a forest dream
Sometimes I just fall, smoke screams from my
twisted in the wind and when ou bitches is messy
You bitches is messy I kid you not
You niggas is messy dime a dozen on the block
You and your cousin
Sitting by candlelight
Sucking back kryptonite in vain
Used up message tape nowhere to escape
Locked in my chair
Watching my silhouette
by the sun and blown by the wind and finally washed away by the rain
So he went to his friends to get some help from them but their crops and their
you know who fuckin with ride with Beamer
Red bottoms heat check on my drip
They mad cause I'm breaking the meter
Track star I can spin in the wind
the tin cans rattle
Off the back of the Focus and a smoke cloud brews
On the inside
And I indulge in the vapors
If you smell something funny
It's probably
feet
Focused our eyes on the wind in the trees
Watching the river that flows through the fields
Sitting by evenings where everything yields, and dies
your name
And the smoke makes the memory start to fade
And the road in front of me restores my weary soul
So I'll drive on till I'm no longer haunted
By
the wind blows
Feel it everywhere
Feel the pull of the undertow
Hear the crack of the ice and snow
Smell of sulphur and a whorl of smoke
Every forest gonna
popping up in Singapore (woo)
They still think they can tie the score (hell naw)
Howling winds, I'm chilling in the fjord
Think this might be Yonko flow
Seven points on my flag when it's blowing in the wind
Prop 215 so let the games begin
Smoke as much as you want, Johnny Richter's everlastin
When you
do the math please, forgot what I took
We goop'd up in the Embassy yeah
Wind's blowin' trees round, now she
She doin trapeze now
I got the keys on me,
God)
Niggas be put up when I'm in the city (yup)
I'm tired of beefin' with niggas who snitches (y'all niggas is snitches)
Niggas don't want smoke
Sideways rain that chew the roof through
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Home by twelve o'clock in two shoes
Break
in the window, yeah
4AM, get in the wind, oh yeah
4AM, get in the wind, oh yeah
4AM is hard to breathe and I can't think
Restless as I'm haunted by
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven
Ooh,
speak when bitches pass me by
9 times outta 10 when I'm in the wind I'm either drunk or high
And to you smokers holla at me I'm gone smoke some witcha
But
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